❤️the luminous love prayers for peace angels: bésame mucho
love more to be more ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
❤️prayer at the palace of peace❤️
falling, falling, falling . . .
overthinking, fighting, wanting the oversoul . .
looking up, up, up into the sky of dragon’s teeth. . .
hoping for, wanting more, and jumping up higher . . .
failing, failing, failing . . .
overthinking, stressing, desiring no hell of earth..
looking up, up, up into the heavens of the palace of peace…
hoping for, wanting more, and jumping up higher and higher . . .
flying, flying, flying. . .
overstressing, stretching, reaching for the golden flower. .
rising up, up, up and away to the supersoul of eye of the sky…
hoping for, wanting more, and jumping up higher and higher . . .
floating, floating, floating. . .
overcoming, growing, touching the wings of angels of light. .
gliding up, up, up and away to the golden castle of liberation…
hoping for, wanting more, and jumping up higher and higher . . .
entering the palace of peace. . .
❤️thank you for reading . . . we become the people we love . . . we are the people we forgive.
fly high into the heavens and kiss the luminous sky
it starts with love. . . love more to be more.. .
About the Creator
WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King
DR. WAYNE STEIN Ted Talk Speaker, Amazon Author, Asian Gothic Scholar, Performance Artist; Yoga Certified, Black Belts. Writer Program Administrator, Writing Center Director, Korean Born , Raised in Japan, Italy, grew up In LA.
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A transcendental poem that calmed me and lifted me up. Difficult times in which one cannot appreciate heavenly words.
I love this poem 🥰
Awww, this was absolutely wonderful. Loved your poem+
I love the way this flows and the imagery. Nice work!